Farmer’s Blessed Girl

"Oh, how much sugar does that take, don't do it!"

Man Bao was stunned for a while, and said, "But sister-in-law, I want to eat."

She felt that since she had promised her nephews and nieces, she had to do it. After all, she was not an elder, so she could lead by example.

Thinking like this, Man Bao insisted, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing, I'll buy the brown sugar."

The big head didn't run away, he was lying at the door and looked at his mother eagerly. If Qian Shi wanted to refuse, he would turn his tongue, and even the youngest Sanya and Sitou ran to the front, raised their small heads and looked at them eagerly. she.

When Xiao Qian thought about it, it was already winter, and it was rare for the children to relax, so I made some snacks for them.

She reluctantly agreed, but asked Man Bao, "Do you know how to make candied haws? I don't know."

Man Bao immediately said, "I'm going to read a book!"

Keke has carefully searched and integrated the relevant records for her. In fact, the production of candied gourds has the same effect, and the yam beans are just one more step than the fruit.

That is to cook it.

Xiao Qian is very talented in cooking. Many things Manbao wants to eat are told to her to cook. Sometimes she can't explain clearly, what is a little salt, a little oil, and there is no specific amount, but Xiao Qian is Know how much to add.

Mrs. Feng, Mrs. He, and Mr. Zhou Xi all took turns to cook, but they were very willing to let Mrs. Qian be in charge of the kitchen all the time.

It's a pity that she is very busy, and the Qian family does not want her daughters-in-law to be fixed on one thing. In her opinion, if the little Qian family is only in charge of the kitchen at home, then their old couple will be gone in the future. Xiao Qian's family must not be proficient in other things in the room, and the cooking skills of the other daughters-in-law must not be very good.

So even if Xiao Qian is the best cook at home, Qian did not let her stay in the kitchen all the time.

The same is true this time. Man Bao doesn't know how to make candied haws, and has never even seen it before, but as soon as she said that the yam beans should be boiled first, then dried, and then skewered, Xiao Qian knew how to do it.

She asked Da Ya to wash the yam beans, and then boiled the yam beans.

She has eaten yam beans several times at home. She has figured out a way to peel the skin, boil it at high temperature, take it out to dry and let it cool, scrape the skin with a bamboo knife, and rub it lightly. The skin of the beans came out.

It is much more convenient to use a knife to peel the skin than when it is still alive, and it is easy to itch when it is raw.

Man Bao drooled at the yam bean, and ran to borrow brown sugar from the village chief's house.

At this time, it is too late to go to Daji to buy it, so go to borrow it first, buy it back tomorrow and return it.

While running, Man Bao asked Keke, "Is yam candied gourd really delicious?"

Koko didn't say anything.

Man Bao didn't need him to answer, he muttered to himself, "If it's delicious, then I'll eat two more strings. Yam beans are so delicious, its candied haws might be delicious..."

Thinking of this, Man Bao finally looked forward to it, and ran faster towards the village head's house.

When she brought the brown sugar back, Xiao Qian had already chopped up the chicken and stewed the yam beans. Big head and the others were working hard to peel the yam beans. There were many children in the family. Don't waste your time.

Then, while looking at the fire, Mrs. Qian took Man Bao into the kitchen to study how to hang the candied haws on the candy.

Of course, Man Bao read according to the information given by Keke. Xiao Qian listened to her endorsement. There were a lot of words that she didn't understand very well, so she had to explain it.

When she finally figured it out, the chicken and yam beans were cooked too.

Mrs. Qian put out the vegetables and cooked some cabbage, and then went out with them, and said to the excited children who were rubbing their skins: "Okay, let's eat first, and then cook after eating, big head, go quickly. Call your grandparents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and aunts back for dinner."

A group of children have already smelled the fragrance. Although the family can often eat meat this year, they can't help drooling at this time.

The big head turned around and ran to the next door, and Da Ya and the others also stopped to set up tables, chairs and tableware.

Man Bao was in charge of standing by and waiting for food. Of course, she was checking how the yam beans were peeled.

Although Xiao Qian agreed to make candied haws, she didn't want to get used to the children. She put away most of the yam beans in the two large bamboo baskets. She boiled and peeled the rest. To the pot and stewed with the chicken.

She has never made candied gourd, so she is not very confident about it, so she poured a lot into the pot unceremoniously, thinking that if the candied gourd is unsuccessful and stewed with chicken, it will not be wasted, right?

She felt that the dishes stewed with chicken were delicious, and she knew that after the adults and children at the dinner table ate the chicken, they kept eating the yam beans inside.

So the remaining yam beans, after Xiao Qian's cooked one bunch, found that there were only seven bunches. She glanced at the children, and decisively peeled one bunch out of each bunch and put it on another bamboo stick. Well, there are eight string up.

Of the eight children, none are missing.

Man Bao finished teaching Daya the characters they were going to recognize today, and when he ran over and saw it, he said, "Sister-in-law, why are there so few strings."

"A lot. There are seven or eight on each string."

Little Qian started to cook sugar.

Sugar is not cheap, and brown sugar is more expensive than maltose. Mr. Qian was afraid of spoiling the sugar, so he set the fire to a very low level. He planned to boil it down with a spoonful of water to make sugar water for everyone to drink.

Brown sugar for blood.

Man Bao, who knew nothing, squatted beside him and drooled at the brown sugar in the pot.

In order to facilitate the operation, Xiao Qian did not use a large pot, but a small pot.

Man Bao swallowed and said, "It's so fragrant, it's more fragrant than the sugar we usually eat, sister-in-law, I won't eat maltose or candy in the future. Is it better to eat brown sugar?"

Mrs. Qian knew that Man Bao didn't like sugar very much, so he nodded and said, "Alright, then I will cook eggs with brown sugar for you to eat every morning."

Man Bao asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Xiao Qian said as a matter of course: "Eggs are delicious, and brown sugar is delicious, too. Putting two delicious things together will definitely taste even better."

Man Bao doesn't think eggs are delicious, but brown sugar looks really delicious. Anyway, it's impossible for her not to drink egg water. It's not bad to eat brown sugar boiled eggs.

Man Bao happily agreed.

The brown sugar became more and more viscous. Xiao Qian estimated that it was almost ready. She awkwardly put the skewered yam beans into the pot and picked it up. Seeing that the brown sugar kept falling, she couldn't hang the yam beans at all, so she used it again. The spoon hangs up a bit.

The first string was not very smooth, causing Xiao Qian to sweat.

But she didn't hesitate, and soon picked up the second string...